Childlike Prayer

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Sitting in my room one evening, enjoying some quiet, one of my children burst in through the door and said, “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” I asked.

“That sound. It was a boom or something,” he said. He stared at me with eyes wide while one hand clung to the door handle.

“I didn’t hear anything. Maybe it was distant thunder,” I responded.

He ran over to me, climbed into my bed and pulled the covers over his head. From underneath the quilt came his muffled voice, “Mom, can you pray for me? Please?”

Dishonest Prayer

My son’s response to his fear of thunder is convicting. That’s because prayer isn’t the first thing I do when I am feeling anxious or afraid. When I face a challenge in my day, I usually try to work it out on my own. Then I might worry about it for a while. Or I might text a friend for some advice….to read the rest of this post, visit Ungrind, my writing home today.

 

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